Stall God - Stalley

Car dance in the rain

Stones dance in the chain

They still hating that’s insane

Speak my name put respect on it

New coupe put a check on it

Rolex put baguettes on it

Tell my jeweler put his best on it

IF’s no VV’s

I sex all RiRis

'Yonces and Madonnas

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Any drama pop the llama

Style god I’m your father

Loose shit on my collar

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In the trenches with my riders

Sweat pants in my Pradas

Ain’t nothing 'bout us modest

New shoes on the Tonkas

System shaking like maracas

Moroccan chick from the projects

Kinda ratchet kinda conscious

I like my cars like a topless

She mix my drink like the doctors

Roll my weed in the Fanta

Her mouth we like the fountains

Ran up a mill and kept counting

Threw on my chain and start drowning

Ocean stones count eleven

Seven-fifty horses revving

Holy ghost call the reverend

Niggas switching like Kevin

I’m staying down like Russ

Put faith in the callous

In God we turst

Every night another triple

Put your money on us

Oh you can get a little paper

But you ain’t stacking like us

Car dance in the rain

Stones dance in the chain

They still hating that’s insane

Speak my name put respect on it

New coupe put a check on it

Rolex put baguettes on it

Tell my jeweler put his best on it

IF’s no VV’s

I sex all RiRis

'Yonces and Madonnas

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Any drama pop the llama

Style god I’m your father

Loose shit on my collar

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Comma comma comma million

Private jets type of trips I’m on

Chinese dish with the Szechuan

Blue magic no special wand

Water whippin' till the texture gone

Money low you can text my phone

Sixteens in the trap

Every verse cost a brick

My advance a Bugatti

Oh my what a life

Oyster perpetual movement

Know the watch don’t tick

Ten K on a fit

Four G autos on the Bent

Mussan behind the Range

Put the foreigns on the strip

Turn Lincoln way in the nights bitch

Grindin' ain’t seen my eyelids

I done seen every island

Drove Chevy drive Italian

Know BCG from the dirt

Pull strings like a violin

I don’t need no one to front me

I don’t need no consignment

Car dance in the rain

Stones dance in the chain

They still hating that’s insane

Speak my name put respect on it

New coupe put a check on it

Rolex put baguettes on it

Tell my jeweler put his best on it

IF’s no VV’s

I sex all RiRis

'Yonces and Madonnas

Stack paper add commas

Any drama pop the llama

Style god I’m your father

Loose shit on my collar

Stack paper add commas

Stack paper add commas